I've got some damn good friends

Was really starting to slip into a funk there these past couple of months --I've been accumulating a sizeable pile of rejection slips and assorted other forms of "Thanks but no thanks" communications lately and the prospect of my 43rd birthday dawned with quite a bit of gloom alongside. Sustained grey skies and an apparently never-ending rain is also certainly a contributor to the bleak mood. But regular check-ins from closest friends and faraway friends and sorely-missed friends over the entire course of the day really did help.

The day finished out with my daughter making us a wonderful vegetarian quiche for dinner, then all of us sauntered out for ice cream and a bit of a whimsical run-around at Newbury Comics for some impulse-purchasing. At the tail end of the day there is mead.